My Absalom

[DieterM]

an empty white plain
of sand and dust and regret
is my new castle,
the heartless sun
my halogen spotlight

here I am,
shuffling forward on my knees,
my fingers tracing
the footsteps you
should have left behind

my days become my nights
I wipe my forehead
with a rumpled linen shirt,
over and over and over
like a prayer,
and I sip Coronas,
and I hear the moon
whisper secrets to the crows

time goes by
with the sound of ashes,
and flickering twilights
and moans

if I had a heart,
I’d hold a lighter
to my palms
and mourn you

but for now,
with my strength vanished,
I am winter

[dyne7]

a nice economical use of language which is complemented quite nicely by your choices in imagery. the colors hone in at a nice speed and seem really effortless in their inclusion. really nice work.

[DieterM]

Oops, dyne7, sorry, haven't been here a lot these last days… and only realized now that you left me a comment! thanks a lot for stopping by, reading & commenting :-) glad you could get something out of my lines. have a nice weekend.